by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories:
cowboy-western, life, love, me,
Come and sit here by the fire
Watch the flickering firelight
Let me touch your lips with mine
Will you keep me warm tonight
I've been here reminiscing
Just feeling kind of sad
Wondering why angels love outlaws
And all the times we had
We've been through Hell together
Feeling the pleasure and the pain
Stood side by side against the world
In the sunshine and the rain
Outlaws live their lives on the edge
Their castles built with sand
Why angels fall in love with them
It's hard to understand
So while we're sitting by this fire
And thinking of all the times you cried
This outlaw loves his angel
I want you forever by my side.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
beauty, love, , western,
Engaged in the beauty of you
a lilac scent of splendor sent
drowning my every thought
in the ripples of your rush
Float deep into my western sky
grab hold of this fluid destiny
and smother my spirit with your
demure simplicity and innocence
Laisse mes lèvres sur ton cœur
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
lost love, sky, spiritual, sun, , western,
in bare hands you tilt
my earth to seek western skies
spirits set the sun
bare feet chase red jasper realms
from black-onyx sky
by James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
blessing, , western,
Remnants have been stained the color of
The blood moon
Hidden beneath the boulder that is Western
Civilization
The glory of sunrise has been buried
With promises of eternal light
Fruits of darkness lay crushed under
Waves of chanting the righteous
Path
Many trails the night traveller takes
Lead to love
Every hand is needed now to sow
Forgotten remnants to every corner
Where fear of darkness huddles
True love bears fruit even under cover
Of shadows
Do not be afraid
Joy will come to you who has no
Fear of receding light
Love will be your
Reward
01/01/15
© All Rights Reserved
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
art, beautiful, love, western,
Wild horses, prairies, desert canyons,
Native Indians, brush landscapes
by 'Dean of Western Painters'
known as Olaf Wieghorst.
His contrast boldness,
softened with light
blended hues,
stirred my
heart.
Inspired to capture his moving art,
passion pushed to reproduce his
famed Navaho masterpiece;
every brushstroke chosen
to grasp his canyon,
mother and child
on stone bluff
framed by
rock.
by Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper |
Categories:
love, romance, romantic, romantic love, , western,
I found your eyes so randomly,
your face did not exist
No waist to place my arms around,
no lips for me to kiss
No hair to lose my fingers in,
nor ear to whisper sweet
No one to hide within my heart,
to fall in love so deep
Your image I saw by happenstance,
a beautiful vision to see
You held me there with just a look,
as you stared back at me
Your eyes, those lips, that lovely face,
my feelings are all for not
For you are more than a world away,
my beauty from Herat
Herat (Herr-Rot) is both an Afghan city and province. Herat City is the capital
of Herat Province located in the western portion of Afghanistan.
Written in Afghanistan -May 2013
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
angst, cowboy-western, imagination, life
C casually stands next to his saddled horse
O openly he weeps (so) full of his remorse
W what is left of pale pink running rose that grew
B blood floods from thorn pricks he's getting his due
O oh! tangled web with his love he did weave
Y yesterday she discovered all his cowboy lies believed
by Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories:
beautiful, love, magic, romance, , western,
you lay your kiss
deeply
inside
chambers
lingering soft
every lyric tingles quivering
magic
lips
of a winged angel
echoes
into
an empty shell
love
filtering
in
a blossom
in a garden
of thought
swallows twitter mixing
rhythm
within
a cloud
sky castle
twined
in your lyrical voice
conscientious thoughts spiraling
sensations burning
the sun begins setting
western promise
you
flicker
one fuel
by Rockman Pritts |
Categories:
nature
Dawn draws nigh o'er eastern sky
The orange sun shows his face
Flowers start to recognize
The warmth of his embrace
He'll chase away the darkness that
Had once consumed our night
He'll rise up high and proud above
So we can see his light
He warms the planet Earth with love
And ultra-violet rays
He makes for better picnics
And for better swimming days
But when his shift is over
And he meets the western sea
He'll wave goodbye to lovers
With his colored reverency
Rockman
by David Meade |
Categories:
courage, joy, love, peace, war, , western,
warriors risk lives
post . . . Merry Christmas . . . dance . . . hug
love on Western Front
May there be Peace on Earth – Merry Christmas
David Meade
12-20-2014
Live Generously
by William Robinson |
Categories:
cowboy-western, husband, life, love, wedding, wife,
When someone rides the trail alone,
It's a lonely way to go,
Without a place to hitch the heart,
And without a warm, true love to know.
But when a cowboy rides the trail
With his lady by his side,
Even when the traveling's rough,
Life's trail can be a joyful ride.
So, saddle up and hit the trail,
And may your lives be ever blessed,
As you ride along, side by side,
Toward the sunset in the west.
by Aundrea Methvin |
Categories:
cowboy-western, love, love,
He knelt and prayed
He asked for a mate to help him throughout life
He asked for a friend
He beseeched for a love that would never end
What he received was more than what he had hoped for
She is stubborn beautiful kind and gentle and her fire caught his desire
She is all that he requested and more
His life will never be the same
Especially once he changes her name
She love him for him and nothing more
He is her friend and confidante and her mate
He is her everything
So the Cowboy and his Angel have each other
Fate was kind no more feather or fur
For now and throughout time
by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories:
cowboy-western, love, me, day, me,
Cowboy take me away
where rainbows hug the sun
and the moon, beams watching us love
Cowboy take me away
to a place where the water runs up hill
and we're transported to the top where it's still
Cowboy take me away
back to that summer day the sun set on our faces
and love last forever and a day after you take me away
by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty |
Categories:
love, , western,
L'Origine du monde
smegma musk odors of clit
pervade my night sky
L'Origine du monde, the first realistic painting of a vulva in Western art (Oil painting by Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet 1866, Paris: Musée d'Orsay )
"I am fifty years old and I have always lived in freedom; let me end my life free; when I am dead let this be said of me: 'He belonged to no school, to no church, to no institution, to no academy, least of all to any régime except the régime of liberty."(Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet)
©rajat kanti chakrabarty
16 December 2014
by Sam Ruby |
Categories:
angst, art, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, butterfly, caregiving, childhood, computer-internet, confusion, courage, cowboy-western, dance, dark, daughter, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, funny, girl, girlfriend, goodbye, growing up, happiness, humorous, inspirational, lost, lost love, nostalgia, peace, romance, romantic, sad, song, teen, time, uplifting, women, me, love, me,
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
by Moonbee Canady |
Categories:
allegory, cowboy-western, daughter, family, hope, inspirational, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, people, seasons, socialrose, yellow,
‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku # 14
A Lone Star Shone On
A Yellow Rose of Texas
and Bluebonnets Grown
by Carma Sanderson |
Categories:
cowboy-western, lost love, old, old,
Ive worn out these old cowboy boots to walk an endless plank of timeless dreams, you leave no trace except a tread mark of my broken heart.
I bare these wrinkeled scares to spare a portrait of this old town and country! I dared to go,is now a vivid memory of a playless rodeo I once had.
Moving on pass these stables of my home, knowing theres no way back I am sure to let go as I fleece with nothing but the wind of a wild horse where you were once my stallone, now just another spur on a pair of worn out cowboy boots, i am left to run free like: WILD HORSES.
by Smail Poems |
Categories:
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013
by William Martin |
Categories:
cowboy-western, husband, love, marriage, sorry, wife,
Cowboys and angles fell in love
one day the angle loves the cowboy
I am a angle my boyfriend is the cowboy
forever and ever we were in love before
we got together 7 months ago
we both have had
a bad relationship before
we get togther it have been
8 months now we might fight now
and than but it is making
things work out when we fight
I fell like cring but I say that
I'm soory and make up
by Jslambert Mister Roboto |
Categories:
confusion, cowboy-western, depression, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, lost love, music, passion, peace, song-sorry, sympathy, teen, visionary,
If I seem down
forgive me
Frowns I carry around
live in me
When I break
you see right through me
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD...
The hurt I’ve learned
brews in me
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD...
Your words so true
renew me
If only you'd re-design me
Take time
rewind
refine me
Recreate the mold
without lies I’ve told...
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD...
The hurt I’ve learned
brews in me
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD....
by Janille James |
Categories:
cowboy-western, faith, happiness, hope, peace, me, life, me,
Lord, help me to understand you more and more.
Help me to appreciate the gifts of life as I explore.
So many times I've put doing my will about yours.
Please turn my heart towards your forever love.
Lord, help me to live the way you ask me to love.
And to love the way you ask me to live.
Dear God, I pray to you on my bended knees.
Hear my cry.
My urgent need for you.
Let me see you in all things.
Give me life anew.
Teach me to listen.
Teach me to be kind.
Lord, strengthen me that I might find.
The road that leads me closer to you everyday.
Please Lord,
I beg you
Show me the way!
----By Janille James----
by Robert Pettit |
Categories:
immigration, love, woman, , western,
This Indian doll is a lot like their cuisine.
Hot and spicy in the mouth, she surely is mean!
That’s the sensation I get whenever we kiss.
No western women I know can measure up to this!
This sweetheart is full of sugar and spice.
She is both sweet and hot, and everything nice.
To find her, I didn’t have to go to Mumbai or Calcutta.
She makes her present home right here in America.
I consider this Indian doll a wonderful dish.
Getting her attention was my number one wish.
by Sara Lewis |
Categories:
art, cowboy-western, education, time,
The kids are cry in once again,
To there needs i come again,
To help them out in there time of need,
To you i swear it gonna be just fine,
To there needs i come again,
To you I swear always be there,
To help you in your time of need.
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
cowboy-western, fantasy, love, nature
The Vaquero
Create for me a vaquero
With slow walk, loving rodeo
Long rides on cool high mountain trails
Where it's wooded__love never fails
Who rides comfortable as can be
Wrangler who understands..create for me
(Wrapped Refrain)
In honor of Tirzah Conway
A Cowboy Is contest
by A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories:
death, jealousy, love, mythology, , western,
He stole the heart of the Sun
Charmed the western wind
Then on a whim
He played a game with them
at the greatest cost
It was a terrible fight
For by jealousy's might
And the discus's flight
Hyacinth's life was lost